What a Terrible Mess

Chapter 36

"I'm sure he'll be back," Harry offered, "he's just mad right now."

"No, he won't be back, Potter." Snape snapped, Narcissa's hand reaching for his arm, just in case, "he's. not. coming. back. We are leaving, we will be back tomorrow to claim any effects left behind." Snape said, tears begining to stream down his own face as the three older Slytherin's disapparated. Desperate, Harry turned to Remus, who just held up his hands, nothing to offer.

Hermione spun on Harry, fire in her eyes,

"I begged you to stop. He's gone. I tried to tell you, Harry, but you just couldn't listen," she hissed, Ron grabbing his shoulder.

"It's alright Hermione, we'll find him."

"NO! We will NOT find him! He's going to DIE! Male Veela's aren't like female's Ron! He can NOT live if Harry rejects him! He only had six months to get you to bond with him." Hand going over her mouth in absolute shock, Hermione collapsed to the floor, eye's wide.

"WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME?!" Harry cried out, going to his knees.

"I COULDN'T!" Hermione roared, banging her fists on the hard floor, "he had me under a wizard's debt Harry, I couldn't tell you anything about it! Oh, God," she uttered, diving for a nearby trashcan and vomitting.

"We have to go get him." Neville offered, trying to help Harry up. Harry smiled greatfully at him.

"We can't." Hermione said, puking again.

"Well why the bloody hell not, Hermione? I love him, I have to find him and tell him-"

"Harry- mate- he's gone." Ron said, realization dawning in his facial features as he sank against a wall. "A wizarding debt can only be fulfilled three ways Harry, the wizard that called on it can release you, you can fulfill the agreement, or the wizard that called on it dies." With that, Harry felt the ground come up to meet him as he collapsed and everything went black.

Harry dreamed of Draco that night, Draco was standing on a mountain somewhere in full Veelan form, staring at Harry with a big smile. Harry smiled back, his heart aching even in the dream. Beneath them, at the bottom of the mountain, was a large group of witches and wizards, all gathered around a large fire. Harry shivered from the cold and Draco rushed forward to hold him, wrapping his wings around Harry for warmth. They sat like that forever, watching the people below.

"Who is that, Draco?" Harry asked sleepily.

"No one important, my love." Draco's Veelan form said, kissing Harry softly on the head, "This is a nice spot though, isn't it?" Harry nodded, holding Draco as tightly as he could- glad to be back in his embrace.

Suddenly, a bright green shot of magic whizzed past them, a badly aimed killing curse, striking a tree and causing it to wither and fall. Draco snarled and rolled away with Harry, landing at the bottom of a steep incline- unhurt. He looked down at the Gryffindor and kissed him quickly before glancing up at the oncoming Death Eaters. The witches and wizard's had all been Death Eaters. Draco looked back down at Harry and smiled,

"you have to go now, Harry, I love you."

When Harry awoke, screaming Draco's name, he was in his and Draco's bed, his things moved back from the spare room. Panting, Harry rolled over, searching. Draco wasn't there. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom- no Draco. It had just been a dream, he was really gone. Harry collapsed back onto the bed, pulling one of the Slytherin robe's with him and cuddling it, sobbing.

"Harry," it was Narcissa standing at the doorway, "I heard you cry out." she said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night.

"I am so sorry, Narcissa-" Harry sobbed.

"I don't blame you, Harry, I want you to know that," she said, placing a hand on his back in an attempt to comfort, "Draco didn't want you to know, he didn't want you to be the predictable Gryffindor that you are and feel obligated to stay with him. He wanted you to genuinely want him, and I think he would have never told you."

"But, I did, Narcissa. I really did. I didn't know. I didn't want him to get hurt- because of me. When the war was over, if I lived, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him!" Harry cried out, pain rushing through his body.

A few tears escaped Narcissa's attempt at composure, but she held her own for Harry's sake, as Draco would have wanted.

"There's a lot that we didn't tell him either," Narcissa said.

"We?" Harry asked.

"Severus and I. Sev is Draco's real father, he's my mate. I didn't discover this until after I'd married Lucius. We were waiting for the right to tell him, and that we want to get married."

"Oh, Draco would have loved that," Harry said, "I think he loved you two as much as he loved me."

"Nearly, my dear, nearly. A Veela love's it mate like no other."

At this, Harry burst out sobbing again, clutching the robe and his pillow. Apologizing, Narcissa got up to go. Harry started after her. "Narcissa, wait!" she paused in the doorway, turning to face him, tears streaming down her face again, "could you, please, come back soon and tell me about Draco? What he was like as a child? Anything you can tell," Harry begged and the woman smiled brightly at him, nodding.

"I shall return tomorrow, my dear, there's a lot to tell of my Dragon." and she was gone. Harry laid back down, only waking when someone else showed up, to console him. He did his best to thank them and they would leave. He didn't really want them there, just Narcissa because she made him feel closer to Draco's memory. Narcissa had seemed to sense this and had chased several people away from his door, begging them leave him be. That night, as he cuddled Draco's robe, Harry dreamed of him again.

This time, they were somewhere deep in the woods, Draco still in his Veelan form, watching another group of Death Eaters above them, flying somewhere. Seeing Harry, Draco smiled brightly.

"Hello, my love," he greeted Harry, kissing him softly.

"Your Mother is being really nice to me," Harry offered, not wanting to spoil the dream. Draco nodded, taking Harry in his arms.

"She loves you, too. She is *my* mother afterall. I have to go now, Harry, I have to follow them. I love you." As Draco pushed Harry away, a look of pain on his face matching how Harry felt, the Gryffindor tried to grab him- to hold him there. But, with one last quick kiss, he was gone again and Harry awoke, yelling for him to come back. Judging by the light coming through the window, it was early morning.

Sneaking down the stairs, so as not to wake anyone, Harry headed to the kitchen to have a moment alone, he wanted to see where he'd been so cruel and stupid. He wanted to make sure Draco wasn't there, making coffee and waiting for him to wake up- as he usually was. As Harry neared the kitchen, the smell of coffee invaded his senses and he almost cried out, bursting through the door. His heart leapt when he saw the blonde head sitting at the table. He rushed to that spot, his heart pounding, only to have Narcissa turn and look at him. Her eyes were teary, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a large book layed out in front of her.

Harry froze in his spot, staring at her. Draco had inherited so much from Narcissa that it broke Harry's heart just to see her there.

"Harry, dear, come sit by me," she said, patting the seat beside her and Harry obliged.

"I thought you were Draco." Harry said, sadly looking at the book, he could tell it was a photo album now. He leaned forward to take a look. "That's Draco." Harry said, smiling. The album was filled with pictures of Draco. There were pictures of Draco flying on his first broom, baby pictures with a fat faced Draco, he and Blaise playing pretend, potions making, Draco and Snape... and in every single one he was well dressed- so was Narcissa, standing much taller and with more pride back then.